Karen Proctor and her mob killed Harry.
They planted the wood splitter at my place.
- Did you tell the cops? - No.
- Well, what about the splitter? - I destroyed it.
All it'll take is one little jab with an infected needle
and you and the rug rat can join our club.
If I got jabbed by a needle that had hep C, could the baby catch it?
Did somebody threaten you, Anderson? Was it Lucy Gambaro?
My hep C status,
- I'll mention it at the next staff meeting. - Is that wise?
If you have aspirations for a governorship,
they won't give it to you if they know about your condition.
Are you OK?
Hey, Jess, I've got a plumbing job for you.
Hey, Franky, don't flush.
I hit him, a man on the bike.
He's dead.
The victim's wife wants to meet with you.
- Do I have to do it? - If you really are sorry,
then telling her face to face, it'll give her closure.
- What the hell! (PANTS) - You killed my wife!
(WHIMPERS) Just do it!
- I don't deserve it! - (ROARS AND PUNCHES WALL)
So you ready to take on Ferguson, then?
I hope you've got a bigger army than me.
SONG: ♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You're calling me in
♪ And you're catching me out
♪ You don't know me
♪ When I don't know you. ♪
(LOCK BEEPS)
BEA: She had you run down like a dog in the street.
She had her thug mess with me.
Tortured Jodie Spiteri.
You know she killed Simmo Slater?
Yeah, she was the one who gave her the hot shot.
She's a monster.
(LOCK BEEPS AND CLICKS)
But even monsters have a weak spot, Mr Fletcher.
FLETCH: Where's Ferguson's weak spot?
- (KEYBOARD KEYS CLICK) - BEA: Where most people's are.
In the past. Blackmoore Prison, 2000.
- What's at Blackmoore? - Not what. Who.
Ferguson was in love with an inmate there.
It's possible they had a relationship.
That's your plan?
Expose the governor for screwing a prisoner?
No, no, no. I'm not interested in embarrassing her.
I want to take that bitch apart a piece at a time.
But to do that, we're gonna have to work together.
What do you want me to do?
I need you to find out who that prisoner is.
I don't have a last name, only a first.
Her name is Jianna.
And when I find her?
(BEEP AND CLICK)
No!
(PANTS)
Who were the senior officers on duty last night?
Welcome back.
- Take Spiteri to the psych unit. - Come on.
Thought you worked the graveyard.
Doubling up.
The staff cutbacks are starting to bite.
Tell me about it. Overworked, underpaid.
- Watch the fuckin' ankle! - Under-appreciated.
Couldn't get someone else to cover?
I don't mind the extra shift.
This one's come at a good time.
Oww.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
Now remove your pants.
I got a steel plate in my ankle and 16 bloody screws.
The prisoner doesn't need assistance.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
Ms Miles? Step outside.
During the riot...
...threatening me with a syringe full of blood,
that was your idea, wasn't it?
Wasn't it, Gambaro?
(SCOFFS)
Have it your way.
Go for your life.
Long as you finish what you start.
I intend to.
Governor, I was told you wanted to see me.
Yes, Mr Fletcher.
- Sit down. - I prefer to stand.
Since the accident, I find I tend to cramp up
if I sit for too long.
Well, I am so sorry to hear about that.
Still, you have recovered remarkably well.
I have a lot to be grateful for.
Your support for one thing, Governor...
Oh, Mr Fletcher, please,
let's dispense with the false platitudes.
I think we both know why you are here.
I have always suspected
that your brain injury wasn't as debilitating as you made out.
Uh, I... I'm not... I mean, I don't...
Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh! Just stop!
Just stop it with the... inarticulation
and the slack jaw and the Neanderthal gait and the...
I mean, did you really think
that you could unsettle me by dredging up the past, did you?
I mean, is this the best you can do?
- Governor, |-|-|...| don't... - You don't what, Mr Fletcher?
I don't understand why you're talking to me like this.
Don't you?
Do you know who this is?
No.
Governor, have I... have I done something wrong?
Well, I don't know, Mr Fletcher. Have you?
(SIGHS)
Just... just... just get out.
(SHOUTS) Get Out!
(JOSHUA CRIES)
Oh.
I must have missed the order for the cell toss.
You didn't.
But as this is my prison,
I can search any cell at any time, at my discretion.
Thought you didn't like getting your hands dirty.
I'm beginning to think that policy might have to change.
It's a good likeness, don't you think?
I can do one for your office if you like.
(CRYING CONTINUES)
Could someone be a mother to that child!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.Shh.
Do you want me to try settle him, Dor?
I just didn't get much sleep last night, OK?
- I think it's... - (GURGLES)
(GRUNTS AND HEAVES)
Here.
(RETCHES AND COUGHS)
- (PANTS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR, DOOR OPENS)
- Hey. - Don't you fuckin' touch me...
Luce, just relax, OK? I'm here to help you.
Don't come fuckin' near me.
Shh! Just listen.
You're gonna put all your weight on me.
- The fuck... - I promise I'll be gentle.
- On three. - Watch my fuckin' ribs.
I promise I will, love.
- One, two, three. - Oh...
(SCREAMS)
- Oh, oh, oh! Oh, fuck! - That's alright.
That was alright. That's alright.
Shit, that sounds really painful, Juice.
What happened to your ankle?
Can you tell us who did this to you?
I didn't tell no-one. I'm not a fuckin' lagger.
Yeah, I know you're not alaggen
Did you think Juice was a lagger?
No. She's a smart cookie.
- Fuck off. - Yeah.
Oww! Hey!
And that's why you're gonna tell everyone
it was Ferguson who put you in this chair.
- Oh, get fucked. - Hey!
- (CRIES OUT) - You watch your language.
Remember who you're speaking to.
- Fuck! - Thank you, Maxine.
There are worse things than the Freak being on your case, Juice.
Yeah, like what?
Oh, loneliness, isolation.
No crew, no mates.
You know life in here can be pretty brutal
without any support.
Especially when you're sitting in your own shit.
Mmm.
You might be top dog and the dog's bollocks,
but I'm nobody's bitch.
Now, give me some privacy so I can back one out in peace.
(4GRUNTS) 45COFFS)
Want some peace, do ya?
You be careful what you wish for.
(JOSHUA GRIZZLES)
- Hey, Stell... - Here we go.
- ...have a seat. - Three, two, one.
Bingo.
Do you think death by a thousand cuts will work on Ferguson?
Only takes one to open an artery.
He's colicky, love, that's all it is.
And Artie used to be exactly the same.
He'd get gassed up and there was nothing you could do
and he had lungs on him like a bloody trombone.
- He won't feed, Liz. - No, he will.
He will, love, when he's hungry.
- But you need to eat too. - Oh, nuh. Nuh.
The thought of it's just turning my stomach.
Look, I must be doing something wrong.
You are not doing anything wrong.
Here, pass him over to Aunty Liz. Come on, bubba.
That's good, Joshy. That's the way.
That's the way. Come to Lizzie.
- Here you go, Dor. - That's the way.
- Extra sugar to pep you up. - Oh, thanks, Jess.
- That's the way. - Come to Jess.
- (JOSH WHINES) - Righto, righto.
You right?
Jessie loves her Joshy.
She does.
- Franky. - What's up?
Um, she's coming in tomorrow.
The wife of the cyclist I...
Uh, the social worker from the court,
she said I could take someone in with me.
You know, for support.
- What time? - 11 o'clock.
Yeah, I'm gonna be up to my neck in meal prep. Sorry, kiddo.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
- Leave. - MILES: Governor.
Ms Miles.
I need you to bring up the security access log for me.
Sure, I can do that.
For which time period?
9pm last night to 7am this morning.
I need to know who accessed my office.
Just do it.
(TYPES)
One result.
This access key used,
can you confirm the officer it belongs to?
Sure.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Governor, you wanted to see me.
Close the door.
- How was, um, your night shift? - Fine.
Uneventful.
3:46am, you accessed this office. Why?
I'm... I'm sorry?
I should have seen it coming.
It's been brewing for months.
Ever since your carelessness in the riot
resulted in a hepatitis infection,
for which you irrationally blame me.
Governor, I have no idea what you're...
What are your intentions? What's your little plan?
Blackmail me?
Force me to resign
so you can sit in this big chair you've coveted for years?
- I don't know what you think... - Do not lie to me!
If you think you have the upper hand here, Vera,
you can just think again.
Because I have documented evidence
that you deliberately concealed
your medical status from your employer.
- Because you told me to... - You continued to participate
in code black events involving open wounds,
thereby recklessly putting prisoners in harm's way.
You know, if you try to use this against me...
...| will annihilate you.
Uh...
You will what?
I trusted you.
I mentored you.
You... you were a...
...pathetic mouse of a prison officer
before I moulded you into the woman you are today.
- You moulded me? - You were NOTHING
until I took you under my wing.
You used me. You manipulated me.
You manipulate everyone.
And for what?
I know you were behind what happened to Jodie Spiteri.
I am equally certain
everything Bea Smith claimed about being attacked is true.
I don't pretend to understand your intentions,
but I do know you are not fit to be governor.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
Hey, Mr Bakula, have you been working out?
I've been looking for a training partner, though.
JESS: Oh, really?
MAXINE: Let me help.
I'm sorry.
Look, I said I'm alright, OK?
Yep. Well, don't say I didn't offer to help.
VERA: Doyle!
What is it?
Well, you've read it. Just tell me what's in it.
Congratulations.
You got it?
Good.
(WHIMPERS)
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You right?
Shh, shh, shh.
I thought I could but I can't face her.
I can't.
It's alright, love. Shh, just breathe. Just breathe, darl.
We've all got to face our demons sooner or later, love.
- I'm really soared. - I know. I know you are.
And that's because it's bloody scary, hey?
Will you come with me?
Of course I will.
- MAXINE: One more. One more. - Ahh!
- MAXINE: Nuh, nuh, one more. - Oh, come on.
MAXINE: Come on, one more.
Turning me on, Red!
(GRUNTS)
Whoa, you need to up the oestrogen, Maxie.
Biceps are bigger than your boobs.
You make it really hard to love you sometimes, Franky.
Relax, I'm just pulling ya dick. Hey.
What's going on?
Huh? I'm just getting ready for the ball.
I'm talking about Ferguson tossing your cells,
you smart-arse.
She's rattled.
So you're making a move, right? What's your plan?
No.
No, you've gotta keep your head down. Think about your parole.
My parole's fucked.
So I want in. Help you finish what we started.
No. No way.
You're no use to me.
You should be concentrating on what you're gonna do
when you get out of here.
- That's not your call. - Oh, yeah, it is.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you. Thank you, all, for attending at such short notice.
I'll be brief.
It has come to my attention
that a certain officer amongst the staff
has been actively undermining my position.
Now, we work in a highly stressful environment
where absolute trust is paramount.
And I am sorry to say that I have lost
complete faith and trust...
...in the deputy governor.
Ms Bennett's actions, though regrettable,
are understandable.
She has been under duress
due to a recent contraction of hepatitis C.
Nevertheless, her position as second-in-charge
is no longer tenable.
I will be removing her from the deputy governorship as of today.
She will continue on as an officer...
MEARS: Governor Ferguson?
Detective, we are in the middle of a meeting.
Uh, sorry for interrupting
but I'm afraid I need Mr Jackson to accompany me into the city.
Is this in relation to the murder of Harry Smith?
Well, I can't comment on that.
FERGUSON: Of course not.
- If it can't wait? - No, I'm afraid not.
Mr Jackson.
(WHISPERS) Jesus Christ.
Did you set Vera up to take the fall? Huh?
- Did you? - Yeah.
I had to divert suspicion from you.
Fuck it! She was never part of our deal.
Look, we need to isolate Ferguson, OK?
That means driving a wedge between her and Ms Bennett.
No, no, shafting Vera was never part of the plan, Bea.
Collateral damage.
She threw her lot in with Ferguson from the start.
That makes her fair game.
You're just as bad as she is.
Alright, Boomer?
Mmm.
Hey, what's up?
You heard about Franky?
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
Psst!
Christ, Conway, you scared the crap out of me.
I'm sorry, Ms Miles.
- Bea says thank you. - Piece of piss.
Year 10 computer science finally came in handy.
Now, I trust it won't end up in the pokies.
No. Dogs maybe.
(PRISONERS SHOUT AND LAUGH)
Fuck off! Get fuckin' lost! Fuck!
The fuckin' lot of ya, get fucked!
Get the fuck out of the way! Jesus fuckin' Christ!
BEA: Hey, Franky. Can I have a word?
- (BANG) - Oww! Fuck!
(LAUGHTER)
Congrats on your parole.
Apparently you knew before we had our little chat.
And what's your point?
You're willing to sacrifice everything
for a little bit of payback, are ya?
Well, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
It'd really disappoint me if you fuck up your parole.
Ferguson's not gonna let me out of here. You know that.
Nah, she can't stop you now.
You don't fuckin' get it, Red.
What don't I get?
Huh? What don't I fuckin' get?
I told Bridget something -
something bad I'd done and someone recorded it.
Is this about Meg Jackson?
How do you know about that?
Never mind.
Who's got the recording?
Mr Jackson.
Is he gonna take it to the cops?
It doesn't matter. It was illegally recorded.
- It's inadmissible. - So what's your problem, then?
The problem is, Ferguson was behind it.
She's got it in for me.
The only way I'm getting out is in a box, unless she goes first.
No, no, no. I don't want your help and I don't need it.
So you just stay out of my way.
(MAXINE HUMS)
Hey.
Are you fuckin' with me head?
- No, I'm cleaning, actually. - No, don't do that.
And you give me that moopy look
and you say things like, you know,
"Oh, don't say I didn't offer to help."
- Hey, I was being... - What's that?
- I was being serious. - Eh?
You know, if you are fucking with me head then stop, alright?
Just stop, because I'm fucked up enough, OK?
I want a baby and you've got the spoof.
Hey, can we please, please, can we call it sperm?
Yeah, whatever. I...
Booms, has this got anything to do with Franky?
- Nah, I want a baby. - I think you want Franky.
(SCOFFS) I'm not gay-
You miss her and now she's getting out.
OK? You're lonely.
I got nothing.
Oh, no, no, no, no, love, that is so not true.
What have I got?
Mmm!
No, you said... you said you didn't...
Sue Jenkins, you've... got... me.
- Have I? - Yes.
- Really? - Mm-hm.
- Come here, you. - (CHUCKLES)
Come on. Aww!
- (GIGGLES) - There you go.
- Oh! - Ooh, jeez.
- Were you just... - Fuck, no.
I love you, but like a sister.
My sister's a fuckin' slut.
"(SIGHS) - Franky?
Yeah?
I heard you got your parole approved.
Yeah, that's right.
Yeah, well, you should be over the bloody moon.
Should I?
You're not worried about it, are ya?
You're gonna be fine. You'll eat it up.
You ever had a premonition, Liz?
Uh-uh.
I'm never getting out of here alive.
Oh, now, that is just your fear talking, yeah?
- Yeah. - (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(SIGHS) Fuck.
- (JOSHUA WHINES) - DOREEN: Come on, mate.
Come on!
Oh!
It's been ages since you fed.
Come on, you've gotta be hungry by now, babe.
Come on. (SNIFFS)
Maybe it's time to put him on a bottle.
What?
Well, then I can help feed and you won't have the hassle.
Breastfeeding's not a hassle, Jess.
I just... I don't know what to do.
- Do you know where Liz is? - Getting drunk, for all I know.
Please, can you find her for me?
But you don't need Liz. You've got me.
Please, I just need you to find Liz.
- Please. - (JOSH GRIZZLES)
Ms Atkins, I've got Spiteri from the psych unit.
Yes. Jodie, hi. Come take a seat.
We need to change that dressing.
Alright, let's have a look.
It's a bit weepy, Jodie.
I'm just gonna get some saline solution to irrigate it. OK?
FLETCH: Your eye.
Now, you need to tell me what you know about Ferguson.
KELLY: She was a guard.
When she was a guard at Blackmoore,
|...| caught her with Jianna.
When Jianna's bub got taken, Ferguson lost it.
- (WAILS) - FLETCH: Who took the baby?
KELLY: A social worker.
FLETCH: And then what happened? Did Jianna kill herself?
How do you know that?
FLETCH: 'Cause I've heard this story before.
KELLY: Then you heard it wrong.
Jianna didn't kill herself.
It was the prisoners because of Ferguson.
Fletch.
Vera, I've gotta leave work.
What? What do you mean...
There's something I've gotta do.
Fletch, we're already short-staffed.
I can't cover for you AND Will!
2:17am, morning of the 25th.
Spencer's Lake.
- CCTV camera on the boathouse. - It's not me.
GP-062. Sound familiar?
What were you throwing in the lake, Will?
- It's not me. - It's your bike.
It must have been stolen.
There's no stolen vehicle report. First thing I checked.
They must've taken it during the night and returned it.
(LAUGHS)
Come on, mate, do you know how ridiculous that sounds?
That's not my helmet or jacket.
What did you throw into the water?
I'm telling you, it's not me.
Police divers are currently searching the lake.
They will find whatever it is you tossed in there.
I didn't throw anything in the fucking lake!
Listen, Will, you come clean now, it'll go better for you.
But if you wait until my divers come up with the goods...
Are you arresting me?
Are you charging me with a crime, Detective?
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Oh, shit.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
I remember everything.
Feel better after your shower?
No, not really. I'm just exhausted.
Yeah, so is the little one.
- He's finally asleep. - Thank God.
Why don't I take him back to H2 and put him down?
That'd be great.
Thanks, Jess.
Sure.
(GROANS)
(BURPS)
(SIGHS AND SNIFFS)
Ms Ferguson?
I heard you.
Just after you gave birth.
You told Smith about us.
And then...
...you laughed at me and called me a freak.
I trusted you.
(DOOR OPENS)
Joshua? Josh?
Joshua?
(JOSH CRIES)
- Ms Atkins? - Yes?
How's Doreen going?
Uh, she's got a high temp
and she's having a bit of trouble getting Josh to feed.
I'm gonna try her now with an express pump.
Well, um, |wasn't gonna say anything,
but with Joshy crying so much...
Yeah?
This morning, when Doreen was trying to settle him,
I walked into her cell and...
What?
- She was yelling at him. - Oh.
And I mean really screaming.
And I'm only telling you because I'm really worried
what might happen if she's left alone with him here all night.
(JOSH WHINES)
Well, new mothers can get overwhelmed.
Maybe Doreen could do with a respite from the baby
and get a good night's sleep.
- Yeah, I was thinking that too. - Mm-hm.
Yes, you are. Mm-hm.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Hey, Jess.
What do you want?
Oh, I just heard about Dor and thought I'd come
and check Josh is being looked after.
Of course Josh is being looked after...
Hey, hey! Yeah, well, just be gentle, Jess.
Don't tell me how to handle Joshy.
You're not his carer, I am.
You're too much of a drunken old slag to be trusted.
There's no need for that, love.
Doreen's just lucky she saw your true colours in time.
Before you had a chance
to get your boozy old hands all over him.
It was you, wasn't it?
You're the one that planted the grog in my cell.
I didn't make you drink it, did I?
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
-How's Anderson? -Just waiting on a blood test to come back.
I'll be with you in a minute. Just finishing this delivery.
- Cheers. - Thank you.
Ms Miles, why are you the only officer manning this desk?
We're two officers down, Governor.
Mr Jackson, didn't expect to see you again.
- I trust everything's OK? - It will be, Governor.
Ms Bennett, why are we two officers down?
We're not, with Mr Jackson back.
Well, then, Ms Bennett, why are we one officer down?
Mr Fletcher left earlier.
- Why? - He didn't offer an explanation.
Well, then you'll have to cover for him.
I'm already at the end of a double.
But you spent so little
of your time last night actually working.
Put Mr Fletcher on permanent stress leave.
That's a job for the deputy governor.
Whoever that is.
- Consider it your final deed. - (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
(STARTS ENGINE)
Ferguson killed Harry.
What? How do you know?
Fletch remembered. Ferguson's got it in for me.
I think she tried to set me up for Harry's murder.
Why?
It goes back to when I was a social worker
and she was an officer at Blackmoore.
I took a baby away from a prisoner.
Jianna.
What, you know?
Yeah. But I didn't know that you were involved.
Yeah, but I fucked up, though, Bea.
Police have me on CCTV getting rid of the splitter head.
If they find that, they're gonna arrest me.
The guy who attacked me is the guy who tried to kill Fletch.
In here is his DNA.
He works for Ferguson.
Well, how did you get it?
My nails - I scratched him.
You give that to the cops, it'll match the DNA on Harry's body.
But they don't know who the DNA belongs to, so what's the point?
His name, Bea. I need to know his name.
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
(LAUGHS)
For fuck's sake, Stell, give me a break.
I can't do this on me own.
You can piss your pants for all I care.
Fuck off.
I'll never take help from a screw with a cock.
Suit yourself.
I'll deal with her, Mr Bakula.
Where are you taking me?
This isn't the way to the dunny.
Oh, you p...
Oh.
You didn't answer my question.
You got out of the riot, didn't ya?
What's the big fuckin' deal?
Unless you got jabbed.
You copped a dose of hep C, didn't ya? (SNIGGERS)
Welcome to my world, Vinegar Tits!
So it was your blood.
Ohh!
What are you gonna do? Throw me down the stairs?
Why shouldn't I?
You're just a fucking filthy drug abuser.
I..-
...I caught hep from some dodgy blood
when I had my hysterectomy.
But what would you care?
I'm just a fat, worthless slag, right?
And you're just a crazy, fucked-up bitch!
Go on, do it.
I dare ya.
Go on, do it, ya fuckin' gutless wonder!
Ya got a face like a slapped arse!
Do it, Vinegar Tits, do it!
(GASPS) oh;
(GAMBARO SCREAMS)
(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)
ROSE: Lucy, can you hear me?
An ambulance is on its way.
You took a tumble down the stairs.
Can you hear me, Lucy? Yes?
What's your last name?
It's Gam... Gambaro.
Good.
Alright, I need you to squeeze my hand.
Can you squeeze my hand for me?
That's good.
Hey, Ms Bennett, I heard that Juice had an accident.
- Is she gonna be OK? - Do you know what happened to you?
Lucy?
Just tell us what happened, Juice...
Get out, Smith!
Ferguson.
Ms Ferguson, the Governor?
She pushed me.
I saw Ms Ferguson leaving the prison over an hour ago.
She left me there.
(SIGHS) They are all against me. The prisoners, the officers...
- Calm down. - ..everyone.
Do not tell me to calm down.
Instead of being angry, you need to take control
of the situation.
- I can do both. - No, you're falling apart.
You've done some terrible things, Joan.
I have only done what I had to do.
And things you do just to hurt others.
That's because they need to hurt.
No, no, it's because YOU need to see them hurt.
Even as a child, you'd hurt things just for the sake of it.
I have only ever done what you taught me.
I never taught you to blame others for your own failings.
My failings?
- Is that what they are? - Yes, your failings.
Oh, I am so sorry to have been a disappointment to you!
No!
What I need is for a father, just once in his life,
to say, "Well done, Joan, I am proud of you."
No, you haven't! You haven't, never once have you said to me.
You... you have hectored and bullied me
and treated me like one of your foot soldiers all my life!
What I want is to be good enough!
Why could I never be good enough for you?!
You're insane.
You're fuckin' insane.
And I know what you've done.
(MUTTERS)
DOREEN: I want my baby!
Can you bring me my son, please! Someone bring me my baby.
Doreen, you need to calm down, OK?
We've spoken about this. You need some rest.
No, I want my son.
- It's... - I want Josh.
It's more important for you to rest now.
You need to rest. OK?
No! I want my baby!
Bring me my baby!
He's my son!
I want Joshua!
(HUMS)
Take care of Mr Fletcher.
And this time, finish the job.
(ROCK MUSIC)